by Morgan Landry 5/27/2015, 10:00 am
"I got arrested dozens of times before, and I'm still going," Aria muttered but didn't want to start a fight. So she gritted her teeth and focused on the surroundings.
Mixing with the crowd of tourists, the two teenagers entered the cave. Everything was cold and damp inside, and the entrance shrunk behind them to a glowing patch of bright sunlight. Aria's eyes adapted to the dim lighting almost instantaneously as she followed a pair of Spanish tourists on the wood-laid path weaving between the larger stalagmites. Relying on her sharpened Hunter senses, Aria looked from side to side, trying to find clues. They skirted a large underground lake lit with colored underwater lamps, curtains of stone hanging on the cold and knobby walls. Trying not to gag at the smell of stale air and slimy lichen, the daughter of Zeus put a hand inside her jacket, feeling the cold but reassuring shape of her hunting knife.
She felt weak in this huge, threatening underground area. It seemed to her like she was in the stomach of a monster, ready to crush her. She tried not to think of the thousand of ways she could get lost here, or the tons of stone above her head just waiting to fall loose.
Suddenly, Aria straightened. "Over there," she said in a whisper to Katy, pointing at a tunnel closed by a string of rope. Pretending to admire the hanging stalactites, they let the group take their distance, then tiptoed to the tunnel and slipped in. In front of them, she could see nothing but thick darkness and steeled her gut. She may be in Hades' territory but she'd be out soon, right? Find the dragon, rescue her sisters, and tadaa! Out of here.
The light got dimmer and dimmer until total darkness settled on the two Hunters, barely chased away by their silvery glow. Aria took her night vision glasses from her backpack and let her world get adjusted to shades of green. Now she just had to follow the smell of scales and rotten flesh.